Surprise

Memories lie hidden in coves.
They're buried in the sand.
Peeping through the sieve of time,
they seem so desperate!
They hide under the table,
and crouch under the bed.
They slither their way across the hall
and present themselves at the dining table!

A pleasant surprise at lunch,
a rude shock for dinner!
Whatever the surprise,
it makes you cry.
Sometimes with joy,
sometimes with fear,
and sometimes, as very oft,
out of sheer lost hope clothed
in shimmery helplessness.
And that is no surprise at all.